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At their best, the riffs here demarcate out cyclopean structures, forming vast spaces through which drift psychedelic soundscapes and textures - substance and void drift together in a haze. Breathe deep.

It is an album that could have relied on the raw power of Suzy Bravo’s vocals to succeed, but this is a whole band effort with some incredible songwriting and a cauldron full of memorable riffs. Ten stone-pressed puritans out of ten.

On their first self-titled full length,you won’t find retro Sabbath homage here, instead Cursus is driven by something a bit more industrial and Gothic. They reach further afield for textures, with a full palette of instruments complementing their naturally spare sound.

Title track Supersition reminds me of the title tracks on old Maiden albums - an epic barn-burner of a song that shows everything the band has to offer which provides the frame to hang the rest of the album on.

A lot of great stuff is coming across the ol' sacrificial altar, so I thought a quick round up of some E.P.s would be a good way of getting them out there. So here they come, fast and furious, with a vigorous circular motion.

There is a tension between the revelation of knowledge and the cataclysm that knowledge brings about. Your old ideology is illusion. Can your ego take there revelation that there is nothing to believe in at the core of it all?

The fact that you can get this on bandcamp at your own price is crazy. These guys must be moon-addled. Throw some of that lunar cheddar their way now - they still have the rest of the solar system to address.

The thing about acid, even - one presumes- acid doom, is the random connections, far flung synapses that fire off together and woooooof - through spooky action at a distance, you conjure a narrative out of nothing.

It evokes a sense of floating through dark abyssal plains, drawn towards a beacon of light which is revealed to be something alien, composed of strange textures that float above deep turbulent undercurrents. This, you find yourself affirming, is heavy...

One of the things I am searching for is a platonic ideal of a post-Barrett, Live at Pompeii era Floyd space rock album. This album isn’t quite that - but that is no knock, after all, even Floyd themselves never quite got there. But the more I listen, the more The Occultation of Light convinces me that they are close to it. Perhaps that ideal underlies this album somewhere as a substrate of dark matter?